ONE NIGHT can change everything, including your love. That's what happens to Ginny Weasley when an owl carries a letter by none other than Draco Malfoy himself! But what does he want? Malfoy and Weasley just don't go together, or do they? ONE LOVE-BLUE

Meeko: Yay!! Go BLUE!! Heh...anyways, thank you for your comments but unfortunately, I'm not from UK, although I wish I do. Harry Potter the books and the characters do not belong to me, they all belong to J.K. Rowling. So as I promised, this chapter is going to have some Ginny and Draco time, so here you go!

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One love

For the city street

One love

For the hip-hop beat

One love

Oh I do believe

One love is all I need

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Chapter 2: Flipping 180

I tip toed into the bathroom next to our dorm and closed the door behind me. The torches glowed and shafts of light were bouncing off and reflecting in every direction on the tiles off the walls; in the middle of the room was a 'tub' in the size of a standard swimming pool. The multi-colored tabs attached to one side of the wall were different essences of bubble bath.

Laying my things on the ground, I walked to the taps, deciding which ones I should turn on. My all time favorite was the combination of strawberry and mango, which my best friend, a seventh year student by the name of Hermione Granger, liked to call it the combination of summer and cheer.

I smiled bitterly: too bad I'm not always so cheery and summer doesn't stay for the whole year.

But tonight, I wanted a change. I needed a change.

I turned on a dull colored one...hmm...vanilla and went on to a multi-vibrant tab. I coughed at the strong aroma of exotic spices. I let the water flow freely into the pool while I turned on the radio that I brought with me.

If there was one thing I'm fond of Muggles, it would be their types of music. Yes, I know what you're thinking. A muggle device shouldn't work in Hogwarts but hey, stuff liked this was possible if you live with a muggle-device loving father.

In short, yes, my dad bewitched it, like he did with the car.

Slipping off from my overly stuffy hot uniform, I soaked into the soothing hot water while brown and scarlet bubbles floated themselves in the room and around me.

A song came up from one of my favorite muggle bands, Blue.

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It's kinda funny how life can change

Can flip 180 in a matter of days

Sometimes love works in mysterious ways

One day you wake up

Gone without a trace

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Funny, really, it was as if the song was trying to remind me that my life, indeed, was starting to change, though I wasn't sure if it was in a good way or bad way.

But one thing was for sure: Draco Malfoy was definitely flipping '180 in a matter of days' or at his case, 'a matter of months' would be more like it.

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"Hey, Weasley," a cold drawl could be heard in the really crowded Hogwarts Express.

Assuming that particularly annoying voice belonged to a certain Slytherin, and assuming that he was probably in one of those moods which he felt like throwing an insult or two at my brother, Ron (which could be everyday), I went on with my own business and tried, still unsuccessfully to find an empty seat.

"Weasley, I'm talking to you," his stupid voice still drew closer. Why didn't someone just tell him to shut the hell up?

"Ginny Weasley," his voice was right behind me and I could feel his cool fingers clinging to my wrist. I tensed up. What did he want with me anyway?

I didn't turn around; I was afraid of what Malfoy had in his awful mind.

Instead, he made me turn around to face him in a harsh way, like I would expect from him.

In less than a second, I found myself staring into his gray, expressionless orbs.

"What do you want from me, Malfoy?" I tried to stare right back into his eyes in my most unfriendly, most dirty look I could muster at the moment, though it was hard because he was really, quite good-looking with his light-blond bangs going into his eyes, as much as I hated to admit it.

Shit.

What, exactly, was I thinking?

Draco Malfoy. Good looking?

I shook myself mentally and immediately ran images in my mind of what Harry might think if he found out about my thoughts of Draco. Harry had pure loathing for Draco, that was for sure, and I would say the same thing vice versa.

I could just imagine vividly in my head what Harry would do: tell Ron, juicy details and all, if not knocking Draco out cold by himself, though he didn't do anything to me, at least, not yet.

Whoa. Hold it.

Did I just use Draco by his first name in my most private thoughts?

Ah! I did!

Bloody hell!

I'm loosing it, right in front of Draco Malfoy's presence; actually, the cause of loosing my head WAS Draco Malfoy's presence.

I'm going to loose it.

I'm going to loose it.

"Ginny," Draco Malfoy's voice trampled into my thoughts.

"Huh?" I tuned out, not even noticing he called me by my first name.

"You're totally loosing it, are you, Weasley," he said coolly, just realizing his mistake of calling me 'Ginny'.

So I was.

"So do tell me why you're here," I asked pointedly, unaware that he was still holding on to my wrist until a bunch of first, or second years coming through in between us, muttering 'excuse me' s as Malfoy dropped my hand.

I swore I saw a tint of pink shading on his pale cheeks.

"Let's talk in there," he jabbed his finger to an empty compartment a few feet from where we were standing.

A note to self: never go inside an empty room, or in my case, empty compartment, with someone whom you didn't converse with less than ten sentences in six years, especially if that someone was your boyfriend's arch-enemy.

But stupid curiousness always and I mean always got the better of me.

Though still cautious, I followed Draco into the compartment. Silence drowned us as we sat down opposite from each other, avoiding gazes.

The train started to jerk as it left Platform Nine and Three-quarters. Still, we were silent.

"So..." we both started at the same time.

We glanced at each other in surprise.

"You go first," there we go again!

"No, you first," we smiled awkwardly at each other.

Awkward. Hm...how strange it was to be describing Draco Malfoy's smile as awkward. It was usually a critical smirk or any sort of thing from that department.

"You were just saying?" I asked.

"Oh yes," he started, running through his blond hair with his slender fingers driven by nervousness, if I was correct.

But then again, why would a Malfoy be nervous around a Weasley?

"That was what I'm getting at," he said, using his usual calm, metallic voice, "I know without a doubt that you hate me and I-"

True, I never did hate Draco. After all, he didn't offend me in any way except the time when he insulted me and my family, not to mention Harry, in Flourish and Blotts book store in my first year; or maybe the time his father, Lucius Malfoy, slipped Tom Riddle's ( aka Voldemort [shudders]) diary into my cauldron after the insults.

I wonder if Draco knew. I mean, about Tom Riddle's diary.

"No, you never actually say it right out loud," Draco agreed, "but..." He faltered.

I waited for him to continue. When he didn't, I asked, "But...yes?"

Draco shook his head quickly, "never mind."

I shrugged carelessly and we stayed quiet for some few minutes until I felt like I had to get my ass off that bench before going crazy in front of Draco Malfoy.

I stood up and made for the door but Draco stopped me AGAIN!

"What the hell is it that you want?" I burst out, unable to control my temper anymore. I had had enough of his game to last my lifetime.

Trying to shake my arm loose from his tight grasp only caused more pain jabbing up my bones.

I gasped and at this precise moment, he pulled me towards himself. I all together lose my balance and fell into his open arms.

Forgetting I was supposed to be all shy and timid, I was getting madder by the second.

"Don't get all bitchy in front of me," he stated simply in a whisper next to my ear.

Maybe I was imagining things but I thought his breath felt cold, and sharp, like ice.

"Look who's talking here," I replied sarcastically, still trying to free myself from his strong arms.

It was no use. He was wrapping his arms around my waist in a possessive manner.

"Ginny, I just want to ask you one question," he said, his voice less empty.

"Well, spill it," I snarled impatiently.

"I-" he stopped dead again!

I waited for less than ten seconds, which in my opinion, he could've string his words into a proper sentence, and when he was still speechless, I started storming at him. Literally.

"Just spill out your god-damn question already! You're what, seventeen years old, and you still cannot string out a few fuckin' words into a proper sentence," I knew I was over reacting, judging from my one and only audience's expression but I just couldn't put up with his bull shit any longer, "you would have to be the most ignorant, pathetic, annoy-"

At that moment, my insults vanished, or rather got cut off as Draco lower his head to land his lips upon mine and he put pressure to deepen the kiss.

The kiss?

Draco and Malfoy and Ginny Weasley were kissing?

What the hell?!

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